It has been thirteen years since we spoke. We were entering our sophomore years of high school; I had blossomed into this awkward, confused teenager with huge boobs, and you were 140lbs even though your diet consisted of milkshakes, burgers, and weed. You had a notebook that got passed around, and it discussed all of the “hot” girls at your school, you informed me about the term “Boca bitches”, and how you worked on cars during the summer to earn extra cash. Your Myspace default photo was of you in a Mercedes wearing Gucci shades. We went to the beach that summer, you told me about your dumb blonde friend who wished she had bigger boobs. We blasted 50 Cent & Lil Kim’s Magic Stick in order to piss my mother off. It was a great time, and it was the last time we would ever see one another on Earth.
In 2015, I googled you to see what happened to you, and my heart sank. I felt like someone was playing a horrible practical joke on me, because your obituary came up. Alex, you and your family played such a vital role in my childhood. I will never ever forget you. I cherish the connection we had. We both had over the top vivid imaginations, expensive taste and shitty summer birthdays. You introduced me to Goosebumps, Alex Mack, and teased me because I had training wheels on my bicycle. We played house together, our parents were certain we would get married. We drove around in my purple Barbie convertible during the summer block party on Eden lane, ran through sprinklers, and wore big orange floaties on our arms because we couldn’t swim. You my first best friend.
Hey Alex, I love you, I always have. I wish I could have saved you. If you left earth because of drugs I wish I could have been the voice of reason and pushed you into the right direction. If you left due to suicide, I would have saved you from yourself.
In the end until we meet again my friend, I want to say thanks for the memories. Thank-you for doing homework with me, catching lightening bugs in the summer time, telling me you were a vampire, coming to my dance recitals, facing puberty with me, and pissing me off in the lunch room. You were fantastic, my love.